Breakfast on Master's Lap
Sunlight filtering through the curtains tickled my eyes. A breeze slipping past the windowpane rustled my body. Morning had arrived.
"Yawn..."
When I opened my eyes, a hazy feeling washed over me. I wondered why, then glanced around—it wasn't my usual space. But this cozy bed and warm bedding? They alone made for a refreshing start to the day.
Zing!
"Eep."
That aside, something odd stirred below. Why from the morning? When I checked, a bit of love juice had leaked out.
Did I just fall asleep yesterday without handling it?
It was still bearable at this level, but it felt itchier than before.
...But yesterday's events weren't a dream, right?
Even amid that, memories of yesterday flooded back. The sensations were too vivid for a dream. Being alone now felt awkward, like the air itself had changed.
"S-stop thinking about it."
More importantly, what time was it? When I finally checked, I jolted in shock. It was 7 a.m.—a full hour past when Yoon Yerin said she woke up.
N-no way.
Sure enough, the bedroom door was already open. Seeing that, I hurried to the living room.
Yoon Yerin sat on the sofa, reading a book.
"...Did you sleep well?"
She looked pristine, as if she'd been up for ages. Spotting me, she greeted me good morning.
"Y-yes, good morning to you...?"
"Yes. I'm hungry."
"O-okay, I'll get it ready right away."
"Sure."
That was the end of our morning chat. I figured yesterday's incident would make things awkward, but it wasn't as bad as I'd thought. We were in an employer-employee relationship, after all—no need for extra chit-chat.
...But still.
She's way too calm. After making that face and all.
"......"
Come to think of it, it really was for treatment purposes. And overthinking it would just embarrass us both, so this was probably better. With that resolve, I decided to stop dwelling on yesterday for good.
"...Lee So-yul?"
I was about to tackle the piled-up dishes when Yoon Yerin called me. She glanced me over, then approached as if something was off.
"Where's your necklace?"
"Necklace?"
Her words made me reflexively touch my nape.
"Oh, probably in the room. I took it off for bed... "
"Don't take it off."
"...Pardon?"
With that, she went into my room and fetched the necklace—the dog collar necklace—then fastened it around my neck herself.
Click.
"From now on, don't remove it unless I say so. Even in a safe place like this, you should wear clothes, right?"
"......"
The collar was back on my neck.
"...Anyway, about yesterday."
Here it comes.
The sudden mention of the previous day tensed me up.
"...You were right, Lee So-yul. It feels better when someone else touches it. Thanks to you, it's much improved, so I'll repay you soon."
"Uh, l-living here is more than enough... "
"Think of it as a performance bonus. You're here for housework, but you handled something extra."
...Performance bonus. It almost reminded me of my old job.
Even so, getting paid for jerking off feels... weird.
"Really, it's fine... "
"More importantly, I'm hungry—make breakfast."
"Ah, yes."
"Oh, I cleaned recently, so just tidy the living room."
"Got it. Any menu you'd like...?"
Yoon Yerin seemed to ponder breakfast options.
"Anything come to mind for you, Lee So-yul?"
"How about something light, like bibimbap? The veggies in the farm room looked fresh yesterday... "
"I'd prefer tteokbokki."
"...You seemed health-conscious talking about bell peppers yesterday. Isn't tteokbokki too salty?"
"No, I want tteokbokki. Cut the fish cakes into triangles and add an egg."
...Then just say so from the start.
"Something on my face?"
"N-no, I'll get it ready."
At least it was something I knew how to make.
"Is the rice cake in the fridge?"
"Yes, most ingredients are there—check it out."
She returned to the sofa and her magazine. I finished the dishes and started on the tteokbokki in earnest.
First, soak the rice cakes a bit...
I filled a pot with water, added gochujang and gochugaru... sugar and soy sauce too. Oh, minced garlic would be perfect. Do we have any?
"Nope."
No minced garlic, unfortunately.
"Ah, but there's doenjang. A little of this makes it taste great."
I spotted some store-bought doenjang. Back in my semi-basement days, it was my secret ingredient for tteokbokki.
No garlic, so this'll do.
Soon the pot boiled. I added the soaked rice cakes first, then the rest. After three more minutes, the tteokbokki was done.
"All set."
Yoon Yerin came to the table at my words. She eyed the steaming dish and sat right down.
"...Smells good. I noticed yesterday—you're pretty good at cooking."
"W-well, I lived alone, so I cooked a lot."
I was about to sit after she did—
Grab.
"What are you doing?"
She caught me mid-motion.
"Huh? What... "
Tap, tap.
"Sit on my lap."
"...Pardon?"
She patted her thigh, indicating right here.
"W-why?"
"I always need to hold something while eating. For psychological comfort."
"B-but yesterday you ate fine?"
"Yesterday was your first day—I was being considerate. You must've been tired."
...What kind of nonsense is this?
But her expression was stone-cold serious, no joking around.
Tap, tap.
"Hurry."
"......"
This collar wasn't enough—she was gesturing like calling a real dog. Sure, I applied for the slave position first, but her demands were getting weirder by the minute.
"Not sitting?"
"I-I'll sit... "
...Slide.
"Eat before it gets cold."
With that, she started eating tteokbokki with me on her knee. I speared a piece with my fork and took a bite.
...Delicious.
The second bunker meal was, naturally, excellent. The chewy rice cakes paired perfectly with the spicy-sweet gochujang.
...Does she like it?
I stole glances at Yoon Yerin. It had to suit her taste, after all.
"Is it to your liking...?"
But what I saw when I looked was astonishing.
"I-is it that good?"
Flinch.
Her cheeks were stuffed full like a chipmunk's with tteokbokki.
"...Just hungry."
She chewed slowly now, face neutral as if nothing happened.
Thanks to her devouring half at the start, the pot emptied fast.
"Thanks—it was great."
When the heavy pot lightened, her satisfied face came into view.
"Phew, glad to hear it. I wasn't totally confident."
"...Do you have an older brother?"
But the warm vibe didn't last. A sudden, out-of-left-field question hit.
"Huh? N-no, no brother. I'm an only child."
"...Never mind if not."
The surprise flustered me completely.
"The tteokbokki must be from an internet recipe."
"Uh, yeah, kinda... "
"...Got it. Don't worry about it."
With breakfast done, I moved to clean up without delay—
"......"
"......"
"...Um, I need to do the dishes."
She hugged me from behind, refusing to let go. Acting like she hadn't heard a thing.
"C-can you let go... "
Twitch.
I soon realized why. Or rather, felt it.
This must be...
Something had poked near my butt earlier. Sure enough—her dick was erect.
...And.
It rubbed subtly against my ass.
"Um."
...Stroke.
"I-it's poking my butt... "
Yoon Yerin said nothing. Just kept hugging my waist, shifting ever so slightly.
"......"
This would lead to yesterday's weirdness again. Should I just stay still?
I don't want to jerk it off again...
So that's why.
"W-wait a sec...!"
Flinch.
"...You're hard now."
"...Yes."
"...Your dick feeling stuffy again?"
...Nod.
"...I see."
I decided on a preventive measure. Better to move myself than end up handjobbing her again.
"I-I'll move instead... "
"Pardon? What do you—"
...Rub, rub.
"Eep... "
...Squeeze, press.
"Hah... "
The massive foreign sensation against my ass. Thinking about grinding on her dick myself was mortifying.
...Still, better than touching it directly.
"I-I have dishes, so cum quick... "